The young man would get closer to the white and black female, feeling happiness in his heart. Though he enjoyed being with Karpa and Katja being with someone closer to his own age would certainly be better for the young brute. His heart had darkened, taking in his mother’s death with stride. Oh, so she was dead? Shame it wasn’t him who did it! That was not your normal line of thinking after all. But, giving the relationship he had with his mother, well, who could blame him? The woman had thrown him into the ravine to die after all.
He was actually really happy to see Mystic again. She looked well, tail wagging happily like she didn’t have a care in the world. If only he knew the truth. “I’m doing alright I suppose. I... I think my mother has passed on... And my brother is gone. But... I’m hanging in there. I have some friends who are helping me along.” The boy found his own tail wagging, finding it easier to talk with the girl this time. “What about you? You and your folks still loners?”
